Chapter 3“TOO MUCH CLEAVAGE,” Imani said shaking her head.
“Ya think?” Noelle turned to look at herself at various angles in front of a full-length mirror. “I thought it was okay.”
“Put a tank top underneath.”
Noelle frowned and shed the offensive shirt. Sis was right.
In the two hours since her sister had come upstairs to help her dress, she'd shot down every outfit Noelle had put on.
Her normal mess of a bedroom had turned into a mini disaster zone. Without the clutter, it was large and spacious with periwinkle blue walls and handcrafted throw rugs covering highly polished hardwood floors. A queen-size bed stood between two large windows that gave a view of Ma's garden. A small collection of jade and cactus plants on the window sill displayed Noelle's limited green thumb. In the cor
